Incapable of understanding
Pain you've never had to feel
Unfortunate enough to know that This is real
I can't see anything but red
I am tired of feeling dead
I am blinded
I've lost faith in the sunday mass
God never loved me
And I've never loved him back
I couldn't give a f*ck
About a man who never shows his Face
Even though they call on his name
I feel no one
When I pray
G-O-D
Not to me
How could
You call yourself a king
See me suffer then turn your f*cking Cheek
Just show your face
So f*cking fake
Antiking - Trauma Lyrics
Antiking - Trauma Lyrics
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Incapable of understanding
Pain you've never had to feel
Unfortunate enough to know that This is real
I can't see anything but red
I am tired of feeling dead
I am blinded
I've lost faith in the sunday mass
God never loved me
And I've never loved him back
I couldn't give a f*ck
About a man who never shows his Face
Even though they call on his name
I feel no one
When I pray
G-O-D
Not to me
How could
You call yourself a king
See me suffer then turn your f*cking Cheek
Just show your face
So f*cking fake
Pain you've never had to feel
Unfortunate enough to know that This is real
I can't see anything but red
I am tired of feeling dead
I am blinded
I've lost faith in the sunday mass
God never loved me
And I've never loved him back
I couldn't give a f*ck
About a man who never shows his Face
Even though they call on his name
I feel no one
When I pray
G-O-D
Not to me
How could
You call yourself a king
See me suffer then turn your f*cking Cheek
Just show your face
So f*cking fake
Writer: Miguel Hernandez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid